My heart aches, my heart breaks,
my mind looks for mistakes,
but according to life,
it'd be too much strife.
I feel dour, my words sour,
At this untimely hour.
We could still be friends,
On that, my body depends.
Every time, every rhyme,
every euphemistic mime.
When I laid my soul bare,
it feels like I'm not there,
Well, no more, it's a chore,
to even walk to the door;
to feel sun on my skin;
to go and take out the bins.
My tears spurt, my heart hurts;
Feelings my mind diverts.
I've overreacted.
I've gone and retracted.
I know I am attracted;
On that I had enacted.
Guess that's it, that's my bit,
Even if it is ****
My regrets? I have none.
And with that I am now done.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
My heart aches, my heart breaks,
my mind looks for mistakes,
but according to life,
it'd be too much strife.
I feel dour, my words sour,
At this untimely hour.
We could still be friends,
On that, my body depends.
Every time, every rhyme,
every euphemistic mime.
When I laid my soul bare,
it feels like I'm not there,
Well, no more, it's a chore,
to even walk to the door;
to feel sun on my skin;
to go and take out the bins.
My tears spurt, my heart hurts;
Feelings my mind diverts.
I've overreacted.
I've gone and retracted.
I know I am attracted;
On that I had enacted.
Guess that's it, that's my bit,
Even if it is ****
My regrets? I have none.
And with that I am now done.
Que sera, sera.